Protector

I feel that she is innocent and we are just suspecting her for no reason. We are just making assumptions 

"Ralph wasn’t in his right mind earlier, I assure you," I said, stroking her hair firmly.

"I think he was glaring at me with hatred in his eyes. I think I will quit," she said with trembling lips.

"Don't say that, Barbie; you can't just quit because something bad happened, " I mumbled, She pulled away from the hug and stared at me with her eyes filled with tears that were striving to come out.

"you are telling me not to make rash decisions but I nearly died in his hand today I don’t want what happen to repeat itself the other day he was questioning me, now that Mr Jones is dead he is trying to kill me too maybe he was the one who murdered…. I interrupt her, putting my hand in her mouth, and she smacked my hand away.

"Don’t say that, he just has trust issues. and what makes you think he was the one who killed Mr. Jones," I asked. She looked at me, opening her mouth to say something. I knew she had an answer to my question.

"Didn’t you see the way he was treating Mr Jones the other day because he couldn’t find the Demon horn? That is what makes me think he is also a suspect in the murder of Mr Jones.

"Stop saying crap about my boss. I won’t accept that. Don’t make him hear that you are saying these things about him. We all know that he was Mr Jones's close friend, and he was the one that hurt the most now that Mr Jones is dead," I said." She cleaned her eyes. and held my hand.

"Thank you for saving my life over there. if not for you, I would have been a lump of dead meat. Since you asked me not to quit, can you swear to protect me?" She asked. I was stunned. I don’t believe she is asking me to do such a thing.

"Am I a protector?" I asked, and she looked at me.

"From the way you defended me from him, I knew immediately that you are strong and that you will be able to protect me, " she added.

"I don’t know what it feels like to protect someone, so I think we have to drop it here, I can’t protect you, " I added." She battled her lashes looking at me, giving me a pleading look.

"Please please Lucinda please," she said with pouted lips, holding my hand. I can’t believe I got myself into this mess by being a caring friend. I looked up at the ceiling and then at her as she continued shaking my hand for me to agree.

"You are so annoying," I said, as she smiled from ear to ear. It seems like she hasn’t cried before.

"Should I take that as a yes? She asked, and I nod. Maybe she will stop pestering me.